Two nights ago I had the wierdest dream. I don't tend to write about dreams unless they stick with me for a full 24 hours; this one is definitely qualified. I don't remember how it all started, but I was with Forest and a bunch of my friends, my mom, and some guy dressed in a strange orange blazer. I have no idea who he was. I was in the middle of laughing at something (I don't remember what) when all of the sudden, I looked down and noticed an inch-wide, bloody, exploded-looking hole in the middle of myself, about an inch below my neck. I tried to tell everyone I'd been shot or something, but they all just laughed and kept talking. I finally walked myself to a hospital, and everyone followed me, chatting gaily, and not helping me at all. I remember the dark red color of blood, the sticky wet feel of it on my fingers, and the sickly green paint on the hospital walls; where I walked up and down the long dark corridor looking for someone to help me. The only person who listened to me was some anonymous orderly-type, who merely sympathetically echoed back everything I said. I didn't hurt, and I was perfectly calm and rational; but it certainly frustrated me that no one seemed to take this as seriously as I did.
And then my alarm went off. Pretty strange dream, hmm?
Yesterday morning I woke up with a pounding sinus headache, and decided that the only way I was going to function was to take a little medicine. All we had was Benadryl, so I took a half a pill, hoping that it wouldn't affect me too badly. Man, was that ever a mistake.
I drove to work, feeling a little antihistamine haze, but nothing serious. Then I sat at my desk. Within a half hour I realized I couldn't type (which I why I didn't journal.) I kept hitting the wrong keys, and my fingers just seemed slow and heavy. Soon it was too much work to type. Instead, I stared at my computer monitor. I think I did that for about an hour, before staring at the phone, trying to work up the ambition to do something constructive. Finally at about noon, when I couldn't stay awake anymore, I resolved that I had best go home and go to bed.
I had to drive really slowly, and am suprised I didn't get a ticket for going about 40 MPH on the freeway. I made it home in about 45 minutes (it usually takes 20) and hit my matress, HARD. I vaguely remember that I called Forest and mumbled something at him so he'd know where I was. Next thing I knew, it was 3 PM, and I was suddenly wide awake.
So in case anyone was wondering whether to take Benadryl on a workday, don't do it!! They really understate the effects on the caution label. It says not to operate heavy machinery. It should say 'Don't even try to type an email, you will come off sounding like an inebriated moron.' Needless to say I was really wowwing everyone with my work performance yesterday.
On the positive side, at least I'm really well-rested for tonight's performance. *sigh*
I'm hoping to get some practice time for taekwondo in this weekend. There's a tournament next Saturday in Kalamazoo, which Forest and I have been planning to attend. He will get a chance to spar against Master Jay, a 5th Dan really nice AWESOME martial artist. Master Jay is faster than Jet Li, if you can picture that; and far more accurate. I think Forest feels he would likely lose the match; Master Jay has about 10 years more experience than he; but Forest would learn a lot from a couple of rounds against him.
I, on the other hand, will only be participating in the forms competition. It seems foolish to me to risk a black eye or a limp on the morning before a show night. No one in a tournament would harm me purposefully, but accidents happen, and it would be selfish of me to spoil closing night of the 'Dining Room' out of desire for competition.
Besides, I'm not feeling very prepared for sparring at my level. I'm a brown belt now, which means I won't be sparring against the careless, inexperienced, uncontrolled martial artists; I will, however, be up against faster and more skilled and experienced ones, which is a big challenge. I need a lot of work before I'm ready for that.
I'm in the mood for sillness today, so I'm going to make a list! I haven't done one of those in a long time. I have realized recently that my journal fails to convey some small aspect of my personality which is filled with utter geekiness. It should be fun for me to write, and silly to read.
